The Love that Remains

Even though a year has now

Come and quickly gone, since you

Left,

I still ache to see you and

Pet your soft and furry head;

Sierra, even death can't

Eclipse the love that remains.

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AUTHOR'S NOTE:

I am afraid sometimes that the hurts to our hearts across the years never really heal- they simply fade from memory, or are jostled out of the front of our minds by other (apparently) more pressing or painful matters. In this poem, I am reflecting on grief as 'love perservering,' as the writers of WandaVision so aptly put it.

Each line in here is intentionally seven syllables; supposedly, one gets a dogs approximate age in 'dog years' by multiplying their actual age by seven. I liked the idea of honoring that with the syllable count (though the actual science of 'dog years' is, naturally, unreliable!!) The exception to the pattern is of course the third line, which I wanted to keep at only one striking syllable as a means of reflecting the difficult and abrupt change that a loss creates.

Thank you for reading! If you have ever lost a pet, I hope you too can find the comfort and processing you need, when and how you need it. <3